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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Apr 25 Comment on this Work [[2009.04.25.13.32.14564]] |
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My mind is a gallery. All the paintings are snowy blank. All the paintings snowy blank, except for one. The portrait of you stands so precise. Every piece of you ripped and out of sorts. Your ears in the place of your chin. Your eyes where your mouth should be. Your lips for your hands and your hands for your eyebrows. Your legs for your eyes and your arms for your nose. Your nose for your heart. And your heart, well, your heart stays in my brush where it is dead and torturous to me no more. Pure masterpiece. My thoughts graze canvas perfection. Yes, it's better this way. My mind is a gallery. All the paintings snowy blank...except for one. |